Poetry by Mimi Flood
Mother
I have roses rooted in my heart
In the midnight blue sky
By the lake
My mother brushes my hair
Wipes away the blood from my lips
From thorns that bloom from time to time
Leaving a lipstick
Like Honey
You lit a 21 birthday candle / told me to make a wish / I proceeded to light my cigarette with it /
said I kind of have all that I need / I kissed your neck and tasted the salt / and heard the church
bells playing their gospels / not too far where you removed my spaghetti straps and silk panties/
spilled the wine on the blanket and the ants were all over food/ as the sun went down in that
golden hue / our bodies glowed like honey
Fishbowl
They call my town the fishbowl / just when you think you reached the surface/ you come back
down / you think things would be different someplace else / even the sun but it’s just the same
doughnut in the sky / on the greyhound / looking out the window/ I think I still have some hope/
for a dream that I can’t just let die / and if I had to I would rather just dissolve into the leather
seat/ and just let my last memory of me trying to leave this place.